Lawrence Durrell, Postmodernist?


That’s what this article claims.

I didn’t realize that 2012 was the centenary of Durrell’s birth, but I will certainly honor it. He was a big influence on me for a while, but I have trouble see him as being anything but very much tied to his time, partly because he will always be linked in my mind with Henry Miller. But also, his experimentalism seems very much of a time with his contemporaries. And the ‘globalism’ of his Alexandria was the globalism of the Mediterranean, which had always been multinational because of the relative ease of sailing its calm (compared to the nearby Atlantic) waters. It was global when Alexandria still had its library.

It’s Happening (Again)


I still can’t believe that the first movie hasn’t yet become a midnight screening classic. Still. Give it time. I took my date to see the first one and the audience was mixed. Of the half dozen of us, two were taking it seriously and four (including us) laughed uproariously.

Wherein Nancy Pelosi Leads Congress In An Old Fashioned, Baptist Style Exorcism To Banish The Evil Spirits Who Have Possessed John Boehner


The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you!

Friday Reading – Now Recite It From Memory


Vinyl beats the iPod any day of the week.

Poems on mass transit (note the one here in DC, at the Dupont Circle metro).

Making children memorize poetry is great freaking idea!

Memorize a line of poetry every day.

The Path Of Daggers


So, I finished book eight of the Wheel of Time (WOT) series by the late Robert Jordan (he died, so Brandon Sanderson of Mistborn fame is finishing up the last couple of novels in the cycle).

This all started because my field director left the second WOT book lying around. But just six more books to go (I think).

Let me just sum up briefly. You’ve got the chosen one who uses special magic only available to males (but it also, eventually, drives them insane). You’ve got women who can use magic (mostly members of an order called Aes Sedai) who don’t trust male magic because, you know, the insanity part. But many do understand that chosen one (his name is Rand) is the only one capable of defeating the evil force threatening the world. And he’s got a bunch of friends. The total cast of characters from who ‘viewpoint’ (I put it in quotes because the novels are written in third person omniscient) is Song of Fire and Ice sized, which can be unwieldly. Jordan generally handles it well, though sometimes it seems to slip out of his control.

In the past, I’ve talked about some of the weaknesses, like Jordan’s laughable inability to depict romance with any realism (it can get really bad in Path of Daggers; one character tells another how to better relate to his wife, saying you should do x because your wife is thinking y, and he follows that advice and the wife literally thinks to herself, ‘thank heavens my husband did x because of I was thinking y before’). Also, Rand, the ostensible main character, was okay in the first few books, when he was basically Frod-esque, country boy cipher, but now he’s simply insufferable and the sections featuring him are just a pain to read for that reason.

All that was a digression, actually. To begin anew, ‘In the past, I’ve talked about some of the weaknesses, but now I want to talk about some strengths.’

Jordan gets some of the politics and difficulties right. One of the most frustrating parts of the book is the way that challenges and obstacles keep mounting for the intrepid heroes. It can be overwhelming for the reader and sometime I want to scream, ‘for heaven’s sake, quit dumping c–p on the heroes and let them win the freaking war against evil, already.’ But…

But this is, like most fantasy novel worlds, a roughly medieval style society, except with magic. And while some characters can ‘Travel,’ or move long distances instantly via magic, most can’t. This means long, long delays in communications and movement, which causes grand schemes to constantly unravel because the people who think they’re in charge are unaware of a crisis occurring half a world away. Which is about right. It’s frustrating, as a reader and empathizer, but it’s ‘realistic.’

Affordable Care Act Upheld!


All I can say is, thank you, Mary, for passing my request on to your son.

Thursday Staff Meeting – Enhanced E-books Are Useless


Poetry from our new poet laureate.

Enhanced e-books won’t make your kids into readers.

Whether for good or ill, DC is growing.

…for we are Legion.

Midweek Staff Meeting – Downtown Tampa


I notice that this list of fast changing neighborhoods includes downtown Tampa and the neighborhood just east of Logan Circle in DC.

Organizing bada–es.

Suburbs that aren’t really suburbs.

It’s true… coffeeshops are good places to work. Science proves it.

Oh, coffee… what can’t you fix?

If you’re in Chicago tonight, you should really be going to this.

Tuesday Morning Staff Meeting – Kristen Stewart Loves Surrealist Poetry, Apparently


Book Expo America 2012 was all about grown ups reading young adult (teens and tweens) novels – and what’s up with that? Were Michael Crichton’s childlike scribbling too tough on your brain?

Barnes and Noble takes a stand in ebook pricing case.

Kristen Stewart talks about contemporary poetry and maybe I’m getting a little bit closer to respecting Kristen Stewart. But those Twilight movies are still stupid.

The incredible craptitude of Jonah Lerner.

The Little Blue Book… no relation to little black books.

A poet on the Norfolk school board? Maybe someday, but not today.

Your Favorite Book


A woman pointed to the bookshelves in my study (which do not contain all my books) and asked which one was my favorite. She was very intense and repeated the question several times.

Initially, I was a little stumped. Or, perhaps, floored.

My first reaction was to stumble through a ‘desert island five’ scenario, mentioning my copy of the King James Bible, among others.

Somewhere along the way, I saw my copy of the Walter Kaufmann edited and translated Basic Writings of Nietzsche. And I pulled it out. That was it. This was the same copy I bought back in high school, the brown paper sleeve worn by use and too many moving days.

The Kaufmann translations have received some criticism for neutering Nietzsche. I couldn’t say; I don’t read German. But weren’t we all breastfed on his Nietzsche, for good or ill?

The selections are a little idiosyncratic, I admit. The Birth of Tragedy, Beyond Good and Evil, and On the Genealogy of Morals make sense to me. Selecting The Case of Wagner and Ecce Homo over The Twilight of the Idols and The Anti-Christ makes rather less sense. And I won’t pretend to know what to do with Thus Spake Zarathustra.

But, my Nietzsche is Kaufmann’s Nietzsche. And like any good rebellious youth, Nietzsche held a special place on my youthful shelf, alongside Salinger, Marx, Kerouac, Burroughs, and Ginsberg.

These days, Kerouac and Salinger are almost never pulled from the shelf to be read. Marx and Burroughs, occasionally. Ginsberg, too. Only Nietzsche, among those, can be said to be still perused with any frequency.

So, that’s my book. The Basic Writings of Nietzsche.